Boy Against A Wall

I have read in the past that other mediums have put their total faith in their spirit team when going out on the platform.  This is public speaking with no script.  The trust required to do this is immeasurable….

On 2ndJune 2019 I will be going out on the platform for the very first time.  The audience will be told that I am a fledgeling, but this doesn’t ease my nerves.  There will be pressure, the pressure to deliver evidence of spirit survival to grieving people, the pressure to not let my fellow mediums down that have invited me to share the stage with them, the pressure to be good enough to perhaps one day be asked to go back…..

My friend and mediumship mentor, Emma, has kindly set up some practice nights for me and Jess, another friend and medium who will be taking her fledgeling night in May.  Emma has arranged a series of evenings at her house where we can practice platform with strangers.

On the first of these nights, I turned up at Emma’s house realising that I hadn’t given that evening a moments thought all day.  Now that I was here, the nerves began to kick in.  If I am nervous now, what the hell am I going to be like on the 2nd of June?

Before I knew it, the four ladies had arrived and I was the first one up. God, my mind went blank and I struggled to form a link with the first spirit.  I did eventually, but it was clunky.  It was a man, he had a job to do with postal workers, he was very lonely and didn’t have the best end to his life.  One of the ladies raised her hand.  Even though I didn’t feel my evidence was amazing, the message he gave me was good though.  He showed me a glass table, like a small coffee table.  He was indicating that she should do something with that table like it had particular significance.  She understood why and told me after that she had put some fresh flowers on the glass table that day, to remind her of her husband who had died a few years previously.

My second link took ages to make a connection with the group of ladies (who all knew each other).  This lady died of cancer and knew them from work.  They took her, after what felt like forever.  Her message was for her daughter, to let her know she was okay…….

After feeling like I wanted to give up, that I was never going to be at the level I wanted to be at, I suddenly saw a young guy, leaning against a brick wall and kind of smirking at me.  He was so casual, so laid back, his arms were folded and he had one leg up, bent against the wall.

I looked at the row of faces in front of me and stopped at the second lady from the right, she had black rimmed glasses on but I could see behind her eyes were the same as this young lads.

I focussed back on the young man, I could clearly see that he had what looked like acne on his face.

I took a big breath and addressed the group:

“I have a young lad here, I don’t think he made it past twenty.  He is a real character, I can see that just from looking at him.  Can anyone take a young guy?”  I asked.

The lady with the glasses raised her hand.  I smiled inside.

“He looks like you!  Except, his skin, he has acne, sorry to say that!”

She nodded her head yes.

“He is giving me the name Adrian does that mean anything to you?”

She laughed out loud.  “Yes!! This is my dad’s name, except hardly anyone knows.  My dad hated the name Adrian so he changed it to Paul. I can’t believe he told you that!” she said.

I remarked again how much this young man looked like the lady.

“He must be your son?” I asked.  “You are like twins!!” I said excitedly.

“No, he was my brother” she smiled at me and I understood the connection.

This young man was cheeky and so full of life.  They were so alike, their mannerisms…….I told her some more things about him.  I wanted to know how he died but he wouldn’t tell me, because it was too upsetting. This is a first, I thought.

Once I had said goodbye to him, the lady gave me some feedback.

She said that her brother died before his twenty-first birthday.  He had an awful illness from birth, which caused terrible boils to appear all over this face.  It was too sad, to upsetting to go into.  She understood why he wouldn’t want too.

I was so grateful he came in (apparently he does a lot!).

I sighed some relief that night.  That was the type of evidence I wanted….perhaps this is the right path after all.

Until next time,

Tanya

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